“Ripple Effect: Episode 3 (A Dark Hitman Erotic Romance Book 3)” by Keri Lake #ReleaseBlitz 18+

 

 

 

From the author of Ricochet and Backfire comes a dark erotic suspense serial …

Episode Three: In the underbelly, trust is everything, and Dylan will soon discover that Ripley trusts no one. With the return of an old threat, loyalty is on the line, and betrayal could mean the end of everything for both of them.

Series Synopsis:

Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.

*This is an erotic suspense/erotic romance not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to graphic violence and sex

 

 

 

I sit on the edge of the bathtub, breathing through my nose to keep from throwing up whatever’s left in my stomach.  An incessant tremble runs beneath my skin, stirring up nausea in my gut.  
“It just … came out of nowhere.  I felt sick.”  The glass of water passed to me diverts my attention, and I glance up at Ripley’s massive form looming over me, arms crossed.  “That smell.  Something about the smell on your hands.”
“Bleach.”
“Were you cleaning something?”  I take a small sip of the water, nervous that I might not be able to keep it from coming back up.
“Blood,” is all he says, as if I’m not supposed to ask.
To hell with that.  I’d rather talk about what he did than focus on my embarrassment, because I have no explanation for why I freaked out.
“Your blood?”
“No.”
“I could really use the distraction right now.”  Dropping my shoulders, I sigh.  “Humor me?”
His jaw shifts, and maybe I wasn’t supposed to ask him about his work.  Maybe it’s all classified or the hitman equivalent. Whatever.  I know Ripley’s not a good man.  That he does bad things. But I’ve come to the understanding that no one in the underbelly is good.  So I really don’t give a shit if I’m not supposed to ask.
“I killed a man.”  His eyes are trained on me—one blue and one hazel, neither of them so much as flinching with his confession.
“How?”  
The line of tension that stiffens his shoulders sags, and he smiles down at me.  “Is that where we’re at now, Bandit?  You’re so comfortable around me to ask the details of my kills?”
“You don’t have to give me details.”  I don’t even realize I’m fidgeting until I look down to see the red streak where I’ve scratched my knuckles.
“Shot him.  Square in the skull.”
I keep my gaze glued to my hands, imagining the scenario.  Ripley’s big menacing body standing over the man who begs for his life.  Horrible.  Yet somehow it takes me away from whatever nightmare I suffered moments ago.  “Did you burn him with acid?”
“No.  He was a merciful kill.”
“Merciful?  Are any of them worth mercy?”  The sneer in my voice takes me by surprise and tipping my head back, I just catch the shake of his head.  “If you were going to kill me, how would you do it?”
Ignoring my question, he jerks his head toward the glass of water in my hand.  “Are you feeling better?”
My cheeks warm with embarrassment, and I’m glad he doesn’t answer.  It was a stupid question.  “Yeah.  It went away.”
“What exactly was it?”
The nervous vibration still skitters along my bones, but I shrug.  “I wish I knew.  Ripley?  Are you going to throw me out?”
“Why are you asking that?”
“Because you’ve … not asked me for anything.  Is the deal off?”  I lodge my fingers though my hair, gripping tight to my skull.  Teetering on the line of sobriety has fucked with my head and I’ve become deathly afraid of what I’d do for those pills outside of these walls. “I know I screwed up with the drugs.  And I wasn’t … I didn’t want to steal from you.  But I can’t go back on the streets.  I can’t.  I already know I’ll die out there.  I don’t know what was up with the bleach, but it has nothing to do with drugs.  I promise.”
A good ten seconds of silence follows before he says, “Deal’s not over yet.”
$25 Amazon Gift Card
&
Keri Lake Swag Pack
Click HERE to enter
Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she’s earned in science. By night, she writes dark contemporary, paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction on the many occasions distraction sucks her into the Land of Shiny Things.

For news, updates and sneak peeks at the sexy cover model candidates for her annual Cover Model Contest, subscribe to her newsletter: http://eepurl.com/HJPHH

 

 

 

“Exodus (Centrifuge Duet #2)” by Kylie Hillman #CoverReveal

Coming March 28th

Xander Barrett had it all.
Until it was stolen by the devil.
His life. His lover. His freedom.

A chance encounter secures his release.
But, it comes at a cost–a debt he must settle before he’s allowed to take his revenge.

Luckily, it’s a price he’s willing to pay.

Stripping a man of everything but his pride isn’t smart. It creates a monster that’s bigger and meaner than the original. Satan has spawned his match, and he’s ready to cause an exodus.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains triggering content and is not suitable for all readers, especially those under eighteen years of age.

This story is the second installment in the Centrifuge Duet, and while it can be read as a standalone, reading Amnesia, Centifuge Duet #1 first is recommended.

Wife to a Harley riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke.
Mum to two crazy, adorable, and creative kids.
Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.
She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80’s/90’s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.

Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn’s Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the “real” world where she hangs out with her awesome family and “book” world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.

Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren’t perfect and aren’t afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, heart-stopping thrills, or laughter.

Author Links

“Still Waters (Greenstone Security Book #1)” by Anne Malcom #PreOrder

Still Waters cover

Still Waters (Greenstone Security #1) by Anne Malcom

Release Date: March 31, 2017

PreOrder Links:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XBVDWHM
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XBVDWHM
AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XBVDWHM
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XBVDWHM

Blurb

There’s a phrase: Still waters run deep.

But there’s more to it than that.

Because “still” doesn’t denote peace. Nor calm. Nor happiness.

It’s an illusion. It’s chaos.

The only way to handle chaos is to become it.

That’s what Lucy did. She created stillness out of the chaos tumbling inside her and called the most chaotic motorcycle club in the United States her family.

The Sons of Templar gave her chaos, friendship, family, danger and death.

But she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Then he came. The one who showed her that her handle on chaos was tumultuous at best.

Showed her how to stand still.

And how good it could be.

And how drowning in those waters comes as easy as breathing.

~~~~~

Anne Malcom has been an avid reader since before she can remember, her mother responsible for her book addiction. It started with magical journeys into the world of Hogwarts and Middle Earth; then as she grew up her reading tastes grew with her. Her obsession with books and romance novels in particular gave Anne the opportunity to find another passion, writing. Finding writing about alpha males and happily ever afters more fun than reading about them, Anne is not about to stop any time soon.

Raised in small town New Zealand, Anne had a truly special childhood, growing up in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. She has backpacked across Europe, ridden camels in the Sahara, eaten her way through Italy, and had all sorts of crazy adventures. For now, she’s back at home in New Zealand and quite happy. But who knows when the travel bug will bite her again?

“Adrian (The Dark Shadows, Book 4)” by Ariel Marie #99cent #SaleBlitz

Adrian cover

“Adrian (The Dark Shadows 4)”

Author: Ariel Marie

Cover: Natasha Snow

Release Date: October 1, 2016

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Adrian Olaru, vampire prince and Dark Shadow warrior, had everything; wealth, willing donors, a close-knit family and a job he loved. He had received his orders from his commander. Capture a rogue vampire in order for the Dark Shadows to infiltrate the necromancer regime. But a set of curvy hips and big brown eyes filled his thoughts, creating a distraction.

Left alone in the cruel dark world, Angelina Sanz was more determine to live life to the fullest. She would make the best of her situation. Fate had taken everything from her, but now, it seemed as if fate was ready to repay her— in the form of a sexy vampire prince.

The necromancers have plans to destroy the Dark Shadows and those plans include Angelina. Will Adrian be able to save the one person who was meant to spend
an eternity with him?

adrian_foundhismate_teaseradrian_pintsizemate_teaseradrian_staketoherheart_teaser

1-click ‘Adrian’ for only #99cents March 12-18

Amazon US Only!

Read for #FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

buylinks_kits

Available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited

Buy Links:

Amazon US: https://amzn.com/B01LA4RYR6

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LA4RYR6

Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LA4RYR6

Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LA4RYR6

goodreads_kitsAdd to your Goodreads #TBRList

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30837772-adrian

adrian-fauthorbio_kitsarielmarie

Ariel Marie is an author who loves the paranormal, action and hot steamy romance. She combines all three in each and every one of her stories. For as long as she can remember, she has loved vampires, shifters and every creature you can think of. This even rolls over into her favorite movies! She loves a good action packed thriller! Throw a touch of the supernatural world in it and she’s hooked!

She grew up in Cleveland, Ohio where she currently resides with her husband and three beautiful children. Want to know more about her and her books? Visit her website www.thearielmarie.com.

 

newsletter_kitsARIEL MARIE BOOK JUNKIE FIX

Sign up for her newsletter! Ariel Marie sends out a personal newsletter at least once a month to give her readers updates!! Her subscribers are usually one
of the first to learn about her releases, ARC signups and giveaways! Sign up for Ariel Marie’s monthly newsletter:

http://www.thearielmarie.com/contact

socialmedia_kitsFOLLOW ARIEL MARIE ONLINE!

Twitter: https://twitter.com/the_ArielMarie

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arielmarie_author

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/the_arielmarie

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorarielmarie

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+ArielMarieauthor

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00WB1SBFC

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/ariel-marie

My website is www.thearielmarie.com

Street team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1117795928234538/

Save

“Blood & Betrayal: The Complete Black Shamrocks MC Series” by Kylie Hillman #ReleaseBlitz 18+


On the surface, the Black Shamrocks MC is exactly what an outlaw motorcycle club should be. Unapologetically brutal. Unquestionably ruthless. Unwaveringly loyal. The brotherhood appears rock solid; allied and impenetrable. Their various blood ties only serve as a reminder of the generations of kinship and family that came before them.

Dig a little deeper and the illusion begins to shatter. Beneath a well-cultivated facade of unity, old tensions simmer and new alliances are created. Game plans are being put into action. Illegitimate legacies are being secured. Deals with the devil are being made.

While these betrayals are being executed with cold efficiency, a new love is born. It’s a love that those undermining the club never saw coming. It’s a love that threatens to derail the upcoming coup. It’s a love that could unite them all and stop evil in its tracks if it’s allowed to prosper.

When those closest to you are plotting your downfall, is it possible for love to conquer all? If the war needed to defeat those responsible could cost you a loved one, would you be willing to pay the price? Unfortunately, the answers don’t matter anymore … because, ready or not, the Black Shamrocks MC is about to be engulfed by BLOOD & BETRAYAL.
The box set includes:

Five full length novels – Seizing Control, Making Choices, Seeking Redemption, Tempting Fate, and Finding Nirvana
Two novellas – Soothing Suffering and Conquering Circumstances
A never-before-released story – Craving Control is a 40,000-word story from Brendan Taylor’s point-of-view. The villain finally gets to have his say!
Extended epilogues for all surviving characters at the end of Finding Nirvana. This takes place six months after Finding Nirvana finishes and features the Christmas wedding of a much-loved character.

Soothing Suffering, Black Shamrocks MC #0.5 Excerpt


My impatience to see her has me barrelling through our bedroom door without trying to lessen the noise. Not that it matters. Lainey is exactly where my common sense said she would be. Curled up in a ball in the middle of our bed, with my pillow trapped between her knees and arms. With her blonde hair spilling free and no covers over her barely clothed body, she looks like so small and innocent. Like the girl she used to be. If I could bottle this moment, and find some way to douse her in it when she wakes, I would.
Toeing off my boots, then shedding the rest of my clothes at lightning speed—pausing only to hang my cut in its spot over the back of the armchair—I’m naked bar my boxers and ready for the favourite part of my night. Lainey flinches from my touch when she’s awake, turning red every time she does because underneath it all she craves me as much I want her. When she’s sleeping, stuck deep in an unnatural, chemically-induced slumber, I take advantage of the respite we both have from her fears, and indulge my own desires.
Using the patience that I couldn’t find when I rushed into the room, I pull back the covers. With infinite gentleness, I lay on the bed and work her body next to mine. The weight of her in my arms, no tension in her frame, no fear on her face, is pure fucking bliss. I should be content with this.
But, I’m not.
No one’s ever accused me of being an easily satisfied man. It’s not in my DNA. So, every night, instead of being pleased by the fact that I get to hold her, I take it one step further and play with fire.
Running my fingertips along Lainey’s partially exposed cleavage, I dip my fingers into the hollow between her tits and then continue to trail down her breast to her nipple. Goosebumps appear in my wake because when she’s held in a sleeping pill created stupor, her mind is at ease right along with her body.
As I do each night, I pray I won’t get caught.
With a smile on my face, and a rapidly hardening cock, I pull her tit free from her tight vest and dip my head to taste her. Rolling my tongue around her hard nipple, I suck it into my mouth.
Lainey moans and arches her back, allowing me better access. My breath catches in my throat. Fear and something more—excitement—stirs in my gut. How would she react if she woke and found me wrapped around her? Would she turn into me like she did this morning? Or would her fear kick in and make her fight?
Shaking free those thoughts, I set her second breast free and worship the nub with the attention that every inch of her deserves until it stands tall, greeting me proudly when I pull my lips away. My hands have a mind of their own, making their way under her top so they can enjoy the feel of her taut stomach, the outline of her ribs, and the underside of each breast. Once they’ve had their fill of the soft, warm skin, they begin the trek over her hips and down to her thighs. I spend time tracing patterns over every inch of skin that I can reach until I can’t stand it any further. My body responds every time a moan leaves her parted lips, my hips instinctively pumping against her when Lainey arches beside me. The enjoyment her unconscious mind takes from my presence sets me on fire. If I wasn’t sure that she’d fucking hate me afterward, I pull down her shorts, and put an end to both our misery by thrusting my straining cock home—deep inside her.
Except, that would make me no better than him.
And, I’m more of a man than he’ll ever be.
Lainey comes first.
So, with a dick that’s weeping with want and a head that’s buoyed by the cold, hard fact that my woman still fucking wants me as much as I want her, I stretch my body out next to hers. Holding my woman to me, I close my eyes and try my hardest to forget that another day has gone by with her still fucked-up and me helpless to fix it. If I could take her away from all of this, I would in a fucking heartbeat.

Wife to a Harley riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke.
Mum to two crazy, adorable, and creative kids.
Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.
She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80’s/90’s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.

Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn’s Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the “real” world where she hangs out with her awesome family and “book” world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.

Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren’t perfect and aren’t afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, heart-stopping thrills, or laughter.

Author Links

“Ripple Effect: Episode 2 (Dark Hitman Erotic Romance Book 2)” by Keri Lake #BlogTour 18+

 

 

 

EPISODE TWO: As a calculated assassin, Ripley thrives on always being in control. But when the woman he’s sworn to kill makes an offer he can’t refuse, his control is what he risks losing most.
Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.

*This is an erotic suspense/erotic romance not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to graphic violence and sex.
I open my eyes to the sting of sterile scents, like disinfectant and alcohol. A quick scan of my surroundings shows crisp white sheets, the cool fabric brushing against my legs—my bare legs. The dripping of water from before pounds louder, without the chasing echo. Scents. Sounds. Touch. As if my body has turned into a sharper frequency, everything around me seems more alive. More intense.
  Attached to my left arm is an IV whose tube connects to a bag labeled saline, hanging off a hook sticking out from the wall. Two white patches are stuck to my arm, and I can’t begin to imagine what the hell they are. Maybe he mutilated me? What the hell is this guy, a doctor?
  The stabbing pain from before has dulled to an ache of intense hunger or the craving of pills, I can’t discern. Nausea still grips me the same way it had when I drank too much cinnamon liquor one night and ended up at the side of the toilet with my sugar crashing. I’m not a diabetic or anything, but I remember Chanel gave me a glass of orange soda and the jitters disappeared. I feel cool and sweaty at the same time, clammy and exhausted.
  I stare down at myself, noticing a thin white shirt. My bra has been removed along with my panties, leaving me naked beneath the oversized garment that must belong to my captor. The heavy comforter, far too elegant and plush for the mattress on which I’m lying, covers only my ankles, as if I’d kicked it off. Or someone else had.
  What did he do while I was out?
  I perform a quick mental rundown, only remembering flashes of the bathtub, which I’m certain was nothing but a dream. From my fingers to my toes, I concentrate on any pain. Wriggling my toes doesn’t point out a weird absence of one, flexing my calves, thighs, nothing. I attempt to pull my knees together, testing whether or not it produces an ache that might suggest he’d raped me, but chains keep me from crossing my legs.
  In my pathetic assessment, I find there’s no damage, nothing to suggest mutilation of any sort. And no evidence of blood on the sheets.
  With my arms still bound, I turn to the faint musky scent on my skin and breathe in the clean aroma. He did bathe me.
  He. Rip.
  His name loops over and over inside my head in some desperate bid for my conscious half to hang on to it. As if I’d forget the name of the killer who tied me to a wall in his dark and dingy basement.
  My mouth is bone dry and I push a swallow past the burn in my throat.
  The single light that illuminates my surroundings is both a blessing and a curse, as I begin to see things in the wall of darkness that separates my little halo. Hallucinations? Maybe. The drugs still swimming through my body certainly don’t rule out that possibility. A pale white spectral figure dangling from the ceiling shakes my core, and I screw my eyes shut, hoping it’ll fade away. The withdrawals have settled over me, commandeering my mind, and have me seeing things that don’t make sense.
  Like the terrors of my youth.
 
Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she’s earned in science. By night, she writes dark contemporary, paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction on the many occasions distraction sucks her into the Land of Shiny Things.

For news, updates and sneak peeks at the sexy cover model candidates for her annual Cover Model Contest, subscribe to her newsletter: http://eepurl.com/HJPHH

 

 

 

Save

Save

“Ripple Effect: Episode Two (A Dark Hitman Erotic Romance Book 2)” by Keri Lake #ReleaseBlitz 18+

 

 

 

EPISODE TWO: As a calculated assassin, Ripley thrives on always being in control. But when the woman he’s sworn to kill makes an offer he can’t refuse, his control is what he risks losing most.
Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.

*This is an erotic suspense/erotic romance not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to graphic violence and sex.
 

 

 

Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she’s earned in science. By night, she writes dark contemporary, paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction on the many occasions distraction sucks her into the Land of Shiny Things.

For news, updates and sneak peeks at the sexy cover model candidates for her annual Cover Model Contest, subscribe to her newsletter: http://eepurl.com/HJPHH